Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2002 13:48:24 +0000
From: Spokes --------- <spokes1810@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tough Training For Cycling Lad--Chapter 2

Tough Training for Cycle Lad

By Spokes1810
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Chapter Two

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Copyright 23 September 2002 by Spokes1810. All rights reserved.
Email: spokes1810@hotmail.com
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Warning: Please read another story if you are not of legal age
to read erotic material, or could be offended by its contents.
This story depicts sexual acts between a young male and an adult
man.
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Dedicated to Simon, for all his helpful tips and lewd ideas.
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The season progressed and a damp but warm Spring changed into a
glorious Summer. There was nothing more wonderful than to cycle
through the green, dew-covered fields, which surround our
little village. The boys of my cycling team liked it as much as
I did and I grinned secretly over the fact that these "Nintendo
kids" appreciated the English countryside as much as I did

Meanwhile, the cycling season went on as well. My boys trained
hard every Tuesday and Thursday evening and during weekends
they sometimes would enter a race or Time Trial. They were
doing quite well. I was very pleased with them. If we could
keep up the good work and perform maybe even better than the
lads were already doing, we would even be able to make good
marks at the annual Regional Championships. Our club,
Summersfield CC, had done miserably in the Under 15 races for
the last few years. Maybe the six boys of my team could wipe
off the grins from the faces of our opponents this year.

The season went on and I enjoyed it, and I believe my team did
as well. Sid, Sean, Graham, Mark, Colin and Brian were nice to
each other most of the time and seemed to sense the team spirit
and behaved accordingly.

But then, of course, there were times that I really felt how
hard it was to train and guide a group of growing boys. One
Thursday evening, Sid got a puncture just as we were about to
leave the clubhouse for a good training ride. It took us longer
than usual to mend it, Sid being a headstrong boy, who in times
of stress never listens to me. While the boy and I were fixing
his tyre, Graham and Colin suddenly started a fight and I had
to separate them. It was just a usual boy's argument, carried
over from school apparently, but very tiring on that particular
evening. When I finally had the whole team going, we were
surprized after only a few miles by a sudden summer storm with
very heavy thunder and lightning and rain.

Luckily, I spotted an old barn in a field and I ordered the, by
now soaking-wet, team inside. There we all stood, dripping and
shivering, waiting for the storm to pass. I was too cold and
pissed off to notice how sexy and appetizing the lads actually
looked in their wet spandex shorts.

When the rain finally stopped, I directed them back to the
clubhouse, so that they could have a warm shower and change
into something dry. Carefully, because the roads were quite
slippery, we headed back.

While cycling back, I noticed at last how exciting the boys
looked. The light green fabric of their shorts was soaked and
clung even more tightly to their young bodies than usual.
Brian's lower body looked especially arousing. He had a very
nice bulge in his shimmering shorts and his legs were a good
example of pure, young cyclist's muscle. I rode right behind
him, mesmerized by the graceful movement of his strong,
muscular legs, not to mention his tight looking arse.

Sean, of course, looked the best of all. His longish red hair
was plastered to his forehead and he had a healthy colour on
his cheeks. He was chatting to Graham about a teacher they
obviously both disliked and their giggles rang out in the
evening air. He was cycling in a low gear and I admired the way
his supple legs moved swiftly, turning the pedals around. At
that moment, I promised myself to do my best to make him a good
cyclist, and maybe even to guide him in becoming an Amateur as
well. He certainly was worth it!

I had made it a point not to pay too much obvious attention to
him lately. Of course, I hadn't forgotten the powerful, sexual
scenes I had experienced with him on the day of his Time Trial.
I had decided though, that I didn't want to rush things and run
the risk of frightening him off. So I remained at a certain
distance, and just waited until he would be excited, anxious
and bold enough to return to me. Needless to say, that I hardly
could wait. The image of his strong, spandex-clad cyclist's
body popped up in every sexual daydream I had. Not to mention
the fantasies I had while I had a wank: Sean standing at
attention, his rigid boy cock clearly showing in his shiny
shorts, while slowly a wet spot was forming at the tip of his
rock hard pubescent tool...

After we reached the clubhouse, the boys went straight to the
dressing room and I had a shower as well, in the trainer's
bathroom, next to my office.

Just as I was about to drop my soggy cycling shorts, someone
knocked on the door. A little bit impatient and making no
attempt to cover my already naked upper body, I answered it. It
was Colin, who looked a bit nervous.

"Yes, Colin?" I asked, "Why haven't you taken a shower yet?"

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I have to tell you something", he replied.

"Okay", I sighed, "But you better be quick. I want to get dry
and warm again. So should you, lad."

Colin took a deep breath and fiddled a bit with the zipper of
his shiny shirt.

"It's about Sean, Sir. He has done. something."

His voice trailed off. I guess he was about to spill something
about one of his teammates. Normally I don't listen to little
boys who "rat" on each other, but from Colin's voice I gathered
that he really had something important to tell.

"Yes, what has Sean done?" I said sternly.

"Well, he has.he has stolen something."

"Stolen? Sean? What has he stolen? Tell me, boy!"

I was very surprised. A shy boy like Sean, capable of stealing?

"What has he stolen? From whom?" I resumed.

Colin averted his eyes and I detected a little bit of malicious
fun in his behaviour. Despite his reluctance, he obviously
liked to tattle-tale. The little bastard!

"Well. He has stolen a pair of cycling shorts. One of your
shorts, sir. He hides it in his locker. I saw him putting it
away last week."

This was really interesting! Of course, I knew immediately why
Sean would have wanted to steal one of my shorts. In an
instant, I felt completely revived and full of energy again.
This revelation was too good to be true!

"Colin, how do you know it was one of my shorts? I asked the
nearly 15-year old.

"Because it was a large pair, sir. Too big to belong to one of
us."

"And where does he keep this pair of shorts, Colin?"

"In his locker, sir. He thinks I didn't see him putting it away
last week. It was really weird, sir."

Because his voice trailed off, I knew I was about to hear
another interesting thing.

"What was weird, Colin? What did Sean do?"

The lad looked me straight in the face. He looked so innocent,
like someone who tries to help a friend in need.

"He sniffed it, sir. He took out this pair of shorts from his
locker and then he sniffed it!"

Pure astonishment was written on his face. Obviously, he
couldn't figure out why someone would sniff a pair of shorts. I
stifled a grin. The idea of Sean sniffing my shorts was very
stimulating. Suddenly, I remembered his frantic wanking session
a few weeks ago. I had witnessed him sniffing a pair of shorts,
while he furiously pounded his dick. At that time I had
assumed, that it was his own pair of shorts, especially since
he was naked from the waist down. Because of Colin, I had
discovered something even more arousing.

I had to be careful now. I was getting excited, but I didn't
want to get a hard-on while Colin was still there. It would be
interesting to see, how he would react to that, but I decided
not to. Maybe there would be time for that later.

"Well, yes. I see, Colin. Thanks for telling me; I'll deal with
this later. Don't let Sean know that you told me about this. I
certainly won't."

And with that, I shooed him out of the room.

I locked the door behind me and sank into a chair. This was
some news Colin had told me! Sean, stealing one of my shorts
and using it in his spandex fantasies. It nearly was too good
to be true. But then again, I had no reason to doubt Colin. A
lad that pure couldn't have invented the story himself. I
decided to check my own locker. I always leave it open, as the
other trainers did as well, for we have nothing to hide. And
besides, who would be interested in pairs of old, damp and
sweaty shorts and shirts? Well, I realized, at least someone. I
quickly scammed through my possessions and indeed one pair was
missing!

As I leaned back in my chair and absent-mindedly stroked my
stiffening cock, I pondered over how I should deal with the
spandex-bent juvenile criminal. I let my thoughts wander.

Suddenly, as I was pleasantly getting lost in sexual
daydreaming, I started to see very powerful images. The things
I saw in my mind's eye were slightly disturbing. I saw Sean,
dressed in the tightest and shiniest spandex possible, in all
sorts of sexual submissive positions: on his knees with his
hands cuffed behind him or tied spread-eagled to a wooden rack.
I saw him receiving a whipping, while suspended from his
ankles. These images were very strong and my dick became rock-
hard at once. I couldn't recall being that excited for a long
time. I eagerly grabbed my already leaking pole and started to
stroke it.

But the images shocked me as well. I never knew I could enjoy
conjuring up such lewd SM scenes. And especially not about a
boy who was as young as Sean. And yet, I enjoyed them. I felt,
that I really would like to see Sean in sexual servitude, at
the mercy of an older man. Could it be me? Although I really
liked the idea of training the lad in a sexual way and
punishing him for the theft he had committed, I somehow
couldn't see myself as a stern martinet.

Inside my still damp cycling shorts, I felt that my cocktube
had reached its maximum hardness. I could smell the precum
leaking from it. Little white rims appeared on the front of my
black shorts, showing where my cock had deposited it. I firmly
grabbed my cock and gave it a good squeeze, while I
concentrated on my whirling thoughts.

I really wanted to see Sean being humiliated and punished for
his crime. Maybe he'd enjoy it; for I had the distinct feeling
the lad had a kinky touch in him. Maybe he'd like it that much,
that I could play him into the hands of a real SM Master.

I decided I had squeezed and petted my dick enough. It was time
to speed up the action. My hand fished my leaking pole from its
spandex confinement and I started to wank it in earnest. Within
seconds, I was stroking away in a good, slow rhythm.

The powerful flashes of Sean in various positions of sexual
degradation and servitude went on. I even could see him being
pissed on by a grinning man, who towered over him. I saw him,
lying on someone's lap, receiving a good spanking. I pictured
him being trapped in a cage, wearing nothing but a spandex
hood. I imagined him, hanging on a St. Andrew's cross, while
his Master applied some little clamps to his nipples. I
couldn't stop this constant lewd but horny as fuck stream of
images.

I somewhat felt guilty about my fantasies, but I'd deal with
that later. Meanwhile, I had increased my wanking rhythm and my
fist had become a blur as I moved it up and down my pre-greased
dick. I knew that I couldn't make it last very long. And within
a few seconds, in the middle of an extremely horny image of
Sean sucking two monster cocks at the same time, while someone
else had his dick buried up the sweaty boy's arse, I came.
Thick white pellets of spunk were flying everywhere, and made a
sticky puddle on my hairy belly. I sighed and, somewhat wobbly,
I walked off to the bathroom.

Under the warm and calming stream of the shower, I reviewed the
situation. First of all, I'd wait till Sean would be brave and
horny enough to return to me. Then I'd seduce him and, so I
hoped, would have an interesting spandex sex session with the
lad. After that, so I planned it, I'd talk to him about his
sexy theft. And maybe I'd punish him for it, although I had
almost no experience with that. But I trusted that I knew what
to do, when the situation would be there.

But then what? I thought, as I dried myself. Suppose the boy
liked the spanking? How would I know, whether he'd be
interested in sexual training? Would there be a way to lure him
into it? And if Sean would agree to be trained, who would then
carry it out? I was far too inexperienced to do it. If only I
knew someone. Meanwhile, I had slipped on a comfy pair of white
shiny trackies and a shirt. The rest of the building was quiet
and I knew that the team had gone home.

As I left the clubhouse and got on my bike to cycle home, I
realized with a pang, that I actually knew someone! Simon, of
course! I thought. I hadn't seen him for quite a while, but I
vividly remembered him. I had met Simon a couple of months
before in London, in a run-down gay pub. We had an interesting
conversation, from which I learned that he was an experienced
Master with a passion for young boys. He had told me, that he
liked to break them in and train them, for someone else's (and
his own) pleasure. He seemed to me a very nice, powerful man,
with a lot of compassion and loads of experience in the SM
field. At the end of the evening, we had exchanged our
telephone numbers. I hadn't seen him since, but I had a good
and pleasant memory of him.

Later that night, as I went to bed, I made my decision. If Sean
would return to me (of which I was sure) and if we had sex and
if he had enjoyed his corporal punishment, I would phone Simon,
to see whether he could help me. And exhausted, but excited
about the future, I fell asleep.

Every few weeks I have to reply to letters and invitations to
races for my team. We get quite a lot of them, but because my
boys are still young, I don't think it necessary for them to
participate in every one of these events. I only select the
races and Time Trials, which will best benefit them. Usually, I
do the paperwork on Sunday afternoon when the clubhouse is
empty and other club members are somewhere on their bike or at
the pub.

So there I sat that particular Sunday, replying to a two-week's
load of letters. It was an extremely hot day. The air around me
in the stuffy office seemed to quiver from the humid heat. It
was dead silent; not even a bird was heard. Suddenly I heard
the front door open slowly. It startled me, because it was
unusual that someone would come to the clubhouse this late on a
Sunday afternoon. As I listened, I heard the clicking sound of
cycling shoes in the corridor. It was the light, hesitant step
of someone unsure of whether he wanted to enter or not. I could
hear the footsteps echoing in the long corridor. At that
moment, even before my brain grasped what this sudden visit
could mean, I felt a fiery glow in my stomach, which spread its
heat to my groin. My dick came to life in my bright red tights
and I sensed the blood rush to my head. Could it be Sean? Had
he become horny and brave enough to return to me to get his
boyish needs fulfilled?

The sound of the slow footsteps came nearer and by now, the
mysterious visitor appeared to be right outside my door. I
quickly grabbed my pen again and pretended to be writing. If it
were Sean, I would tease him a bit. Then someone knocked on the
office door. It was all very exciting, and I had a feeling of
sexual suspense tingling through my body. It was then, that I
heard Sean's clear voice:

"H...Hello? Sir, are you there?"

In a flash, I knew what to do. I would let him come in and do
nothing at all. I specifically would let him take the
initiative so he would be forced to say why he was coming to
see me and what he wanted. I wanted to hear his soft and shy
voice ask me to answer his needs. Maybe it was a bit cruel, but
Sean was a strong lad who would learn to understand that it was
he who wanted this to happen and would have to create it. My
cock became even harder when I thought about the mind game I
was going to play. I saw, how this would get him horny and I
could humiliate him for it at a later time.

"Come in, Sean", I called.

As the door opened, I continued to write, so I didn't see him
enter the room. The clicking of the plates under his cycling
shoes was the only noise that disturbed the electrified air in
my office. It remained dead silent, except for those small
clicks reverberating, nearly matching the throbbing pulse in my
cock. As the tension welled in my loins, I felt his presence
very close to my desk. Not moving my head, I peered at him from
the top corner of my eyes.

He was dressed in a cycling suit in which I had never seen him
before. A pale blue spandex top stretched across his supple,
young torso. His nipples were clearly hard and made nice
pinpoints in his shirt. The shorts of his aero suit were the
tightest I'd ever seen. They were made of very thin, shiny grey
spandex and they had a fantastic shimmer. Unfortunately, I
couldn't see his face, from the way I was looking at him. To
play my game, he had to think that I was busy.

I simply let him stand there. I didn't say a word and just
continued reading and writing. But of course, I was completely
focused on him. I admit, that I really had to restrain myself
not to stand up and simply grab him. But that would spoil my
tactics and would be bad for discipline as well.

Sean was breathing heavily and I could feel him shifting his
weight. I heard some papers rustle on my desk. When I quickly
looked up again, I saw what he was doing; he was standing so
close to my desk, that he was constantly pushing his crotch
into the table. He was humping my desk, like a little kid!

Then, I made my first move. Still without looking at him, I
stretched out my hand and, pretending to get an envelope from
the far end of my desk, I touched his growing dick. The contact
with his silky package was very brief, but it sent shivers
through my body. Sean gasped but I didn't look up.

The silence went on. Sean was pushing against my desk more
forcefully now. He really was getting worked up. As I continued
ignoring him, it was almost like he was pleading to be noticed.
I could feel his tension, but I let him dangle. I simply
finished the letter I was writing and signed it, before putting
it in the envelope. Then I closed the envelope, sealed it and
put it on the far end of my desk. In the same motion, I spread
my fingers and let them slide over Sean's, by now completely
hard, boy's pole. The feeling of his warm, quivering spandex-
packed tube made my own rock-hard cock tremble and I felt, that
I started to leak in my tights.

I retreated my hand. I was still looking down at my desk, and
carefully sorted the letters. Finally, I looked up at him and
immediately, our gazes locked. I looked into his blushing,
handsome and sweaty face. His red hair stuck to his scalp and
seemed even more fiery then usual. His cheeks were flushed with
excitement and desire. Sean's blue eyes were glassy and
completely fixed on mine. I felt like a snake, fixing on its
prey.

"I really liked that, Sean", I said, "You did as well, eh?"

He groaned. I slowly got up from my chair. I knew that he could
see my raging erection and the sticky, wet spot on my right
leg.

"What was that, boy?"

Obviously, he didn't know what to do with his hands and I saw
him clenching his fists. He swallowed again and again like he
wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the guts to do
so. His eyes still stared into mine.

I slowly moved over to him. As I stood next to him, and looked
at his sweaty, lithe spandex-covered body, I had a good view on
his cock: it was quite long for a lad his age and it hung down
his left leg. A dark spot in the shiny spandex showed that he
was loosing pre-cum as well. I couldn't wait to feel its
stickiness.

"Sean, what do you want? Why did you come to me?"

I stood very close to him now. The tension between our two
excited bodies was almost tangible.

"Tell me, lad. What do you want from me?"

Sean hung his head, closed his eyes and said:

"I...I want to...Oh fuck...I mean...I want t-to...feel you,
sir..."

Standing in front of him, I could smell his youthful sweat. His
nipples had become even harder during the past minutes and
nearly stuck out through his damp and shiny shirt. Then, in an
almost desperate movement, he grabbed his leaking dick and gave
it a good squeeze. I saw the wet spot in his grey shorts
growing bigger. Suddenly, he looked me straight in the face.
His ice-blue eyes caught mine and it was if he surrendered to
his powerful, sexual needs.

"You want to feel me? You want to feel my body? Is that right,
Sean?"

"Yes, sir!"

His voice sounded brave and deliberate. It seemed, that that
squeeze had given him the confidence he needed.

"I know a lot about you, Sean. You're not only hot for my and
your teammates' bodies, but the cycling kits we all wear turn
you on as well, eh? Isn't that right, boy?"

He looked up at me again. I wanted to lift him and squeeze him
for all he was worth. But I had to finish my game with him.

"Yes, sir," he said.

"What yes?" I shot back at him, "What do you want? Tell me,
Sean."

His gaze still locked with mine, he nearly spat out his words.

"Yes, sir, I want to feel you! All those cycling shorts and
tight suits turn me on so much ... they make me feel so fucking
horny!

"Really? Fucking horny, eh lad? So, what would you like to do
then, Sean? Show me, boy. Let me see what you want to do..." My
voice was nearly a whisper.

As I was still looking into his eyes, I suddenly could see an
intense passion burning in his stare. It was a look so
passionately blazing and grown-up, that it surprized me. I knew
that look; I had seen it on many men. It was a look that showed
extreme horniness, extreme passion, and extreme desire. It was
almost like a desperate plea, a begging, and silent cry for
hard, lewd sex. The last time I saw this look, it was in the
eyes of a man who was about to be whipped by his Master, during
a session I witnessed in a seedy London sex club. Then the look
had meant, "Use me, hurt me, whip me, but satisfy me, PLEASE!"
And now I saw this craving, desperate look in the eyes of a 13-
year-old schoolboy. It shocked me, but I found it quite
intriguing as well.

Sean took a small step forward(s). Our bodies were nearly
touching now and I could feel the warmth radiating between us.
The bittersweet smell of his sweat reached my nostrils and it
made my cock even harder. Then, very tentatively, Sean
stretched out his right hand and let it rest on my chest. This
first contact was amazing, it seemed like he was glued to me.
He seemed to melt into me. The fire in his eyes even
intensified.

He slowly began to draw small circles on my torso. The feeling
of his soft hand on my chest was wonderful. Then, as he grew a
little bit bolder, he brought in his other hand as well. Now he
was cupping my pecs in my cotton t-shirt and, clearly by
instinct, he started to pinch my nipples. I couldn't suppress a
low sigh. He looked into my eyes, a bit startled. I smiled at
him to let him know, that he hadn't hurt me. He winked, which
was very disarming to see, and continued to stroke my upper
body. I just stood there, my arms on my back, enjoying the
things he was doing to me.

Now he was exploring my back, massaging my shoulders and
running his fingers along my spine. Sparks of electricity ran
through my excited body. If this was his first sexual
experience, the boy was a born sex hound! He noticed, that I
really liked what he was doing and so he found enough courage
to leave my torso alone and grab me by the hips. His grip was
strong and stimulating as well, since he obviously had
discovered, that I wasn't wearing underwear under my shiny
tights. Again he looked me in the eyes. I just stared back, not
saying anything. I could guess what he wanted, but he had to do
it by his own initiative. A few seconds later, I felt his hand
sliding down. I closed my eyes, savouring the moment. Just as
he was about to make contact with my steel-like cock, he jumped
away from me.

I opened my eyes and stared at him in surprise. He swallowed
hard and spoke for the first time in minutes:

"Sir? Please sir...touch me now."

He stood there, all expectant, with his hands behind his back.
Again I could see that mad desire in his eyes and I decided not
be too careful anymore. A growing lad capable of generating
that sort of passion could handle what I was about to do.

"You really want that, Sean? You really want to feel what it is
like to be touched and groped again by your Trainer? Okay, then
I'll show you. Come here."

I went over to him, grabbed him by his tight, spandex-clad arse
and lifted him up. He wasn't very heavy, so I could press his
hot little body into mine. With one hand, I pushed his head a
bit away from me, brushed the hair from his forehead and after
a split second of staring into his eyes, I leaned over and
kissed him full on the lips. He backed away a bit, but then
understood what I wanted. He slowly opened his mouth and I
kissed him again. Slowly, I let my tongue invade his sweet-
smelling mouth. I began to explore it and I felt him responding
to my deep kissing. Within seconds, we were snogging like mad.
Sean began to groan and moan and he tried to swallow as much of
my tongue as he could. I was amazed again, by the adult way
that he made love. He began to thrash his body around and I had
difficulties steadying him at times. The feeling of his small
body in that extremely tight spandex suit was incredible! It
felt so warm and tight and pleasantly slippery. Knowing that I
could hold him, I let him slide up and down, along my body. I
knew exactly what sort of feelings that provoked. Within
seconds, Sean was going mad, because of the contact the spandex
made with our skins. After passionate kissing for about five
minutes, I put him down again.

Sean looked like a small kid in a sweet shop: his eyes all
bright and shimmering, a nice blush on his cheeks and I could
see droplets of sweat on his forehead. He was a little behind
breath.

Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, right in front of me and
looked up at me again.

"S...Sir? Can I touch it?" he asked in a husky voice.

With my arms folded, I watched him with hidden amusement. It
seemed that young Sean was loosing his shyness.

"Do you think you can handle it, boy?" I said in a rough tone,
"Old enough to know what to do with a real man's dick?"

He grinned and answered: "Yes sir, do y'want me to show you?"

"Cheeky little bugger!" I thought, "I'll get you, just you
wait..."

Meanwhile Sean was staring right into my tented crotch. He
looked at my leaking pole intently, before he touched the rim
of my dickhead with his index finger. He slowly massaged the
sensitive rim trough the spandex and immediately, a fresh, big
drop of sticky pre-cum welled out of my cock. I groaned.

"Wicked!" he exclaimed, looking up at me," You leak that snotty
stuff as well." He brought his finger up to his nose and
sniffed it. Seeing that, was enough for me to deposit another
drop in my already pre-cum soaked tights.

Sean now began to use his whole hand. I could feel and see he
was an experienced wanker: he pulled and stroked and massaged
my fat spoke in a very expert way. Soon he was jerking me off
in earnest. With his left hand he kneaded my cum-swollen balls
and with the other he was giving me maximum pleasure.

I just stood there and watched him service me. I let out the
occasional grunt of pleasure and felt my balls getting bigger
and harder, while the sexual waves were floating through my
body. I knew that Sean wanted me to spunk, but I would restrain
myself. I was the one in charge, after all.

Sean was lost again. His face nearly pressed into my crotch, he
continued to wank me. Now and then, he would use his left hand
that was cupping my balls to slide through my legs and swat or
grope my red spandex arse. He was having the time of his life.

When I could tell from the wonderful tight feeling in my balls
that I wasn't very far from the finish line, I stepped back and
pulled Sean to his legs. He shot me a look of disappointment,
but I had other plans.

"Undress yourself, lad, and show me your body!" I told him.

Within seconds, he was undressed. He had no difficulties
getting out of his aero suit. That was surprising, since most
other cyclist have trouble getting in and out of their tight
kits. But then I remembered that Sean obviously had a lot of
practice, the little spandex devil that he was. He quickly
stepped out of it and discarded the stimulating suit on the
floor. I took off my own t-shirt and placed my hands on my
hips. My cock bulged obscenely in its red, spandex confinement.

Sean's naked body was beautiful! He was as white as ivory and a
sexual blush was flowing trough his face, throat and upper
body. His musculature was still developing, but I could see,
that he would grow to be a nice, strong lad. As I had already
seen his legs and arse numerous times, I quickly focused my
gaze upon his genitals. They were rather pronounced for a boy
his age: a nice, fat tube of cock was pointing proudly to his
navel. I thought it was nearly sixteen centimetres long and
quite thick. Two round and completely hairless balls swung
beneath it. Sean had a beautiful organ, which was dripping
clear drops of pre-cum onto the floor. I wondered, what his
spunk would look like.

He noticed, that I admired him and gave me that sexy grin
again. I stretched out my hand and beckoned him to me. He took
it eagerly, as I led him to my chair. I sat down and pulled the
lad on my knees. He immediately began to wiggle his arse,
obviously enjoying the friction between his arse and my
spandex-covered dick. I held him tight to my hairy chest and
licked the nape of his neck. He really tasted salty.

I pinched one of his pink tits and said: "Sean, start wanking.
That's what you want, eh lad? Come on, show me your spunk."

He needn't to be told twice. Sean grabbed his dick and began to
wank it with long, intense strokes. I let my hand rest on his
balls and by the heaviness of them I felt, that it wouldn't be
long before he would let it fly.

He wriggled and squirmed about in my lap very frantically now.
His breath became laboured and he started to mutter to himself,
just as he had been doing the day I watched his solo scene in
the boy's loo. I decided to egg him on.

"Come on, yeah...Wank that cock. Yeah, that's it! Show me
you're a big boy now, Sean. Yeah lad, that's it...You like
sitting on your Trainer's lap and feeling his hard pole, eh?
You like it, boy? You like the feeling of your tight little
arse on my tool? You like the feeling of tight spandex on your
bum? Yeah, I bet you do Sean, I bet you do..."

He was nearly there, I could feel it. I tickled his balls,
which made him groan again and again. He was sweating profusely
now and a deep red colour reappeared on his cheeks and spread
itself over his whole rocking body. As I felt his body stiffen
and cock becoming even harder, I started tweak his nipples
while I muttered into his ear:

"Yeah, Sean, be a good boy now. Show your Trainer your
spunk...Yeah, come on, lad, let it out...Let it out now, boy.
Spray it all over your hot little body and my tight, shiny red
tights!"

The allusion to my spandex kit did it. With a toe-curling
scream, Sean came. I saw thick pearly-white globs of boy spunk
fly through the air. He was completely lost in his orgasm. Sean
just came and came. His juice was everywhere: on his chest, his
legs, on the floor and some of it dribbled from his balls on my
cockmeat. He obviously had a wonderful orgasm.

After a minute, Sean was hanging limply in my arms. He was
completely spent and he had an angelic and satisfied smile on
his flushed face. There is nothing sweeter than to see a young
lad in the afterthrows of his orgasm.

My own excitement couldn't have been bigger by now. I needed
some release as well. But I would get it through something
else. Now my sexual daydreams proved to be good guides. I
looked down at the boy, who was nearly dozing off. Little did
he know, what I had in store for him...


TO BE CONTINUED


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